by Lisa Ferrari
“What would we be doing at a landfill?”
“Not the point, Kearns.”
“Oh. Right. Sorry. Please continue.”
“I don’t know what else to say.”
Kellan slowly reaches out to me. His hands caress my waist and he puts my legs around him so I’m half sitting, half floating in his lap. His hands support my back and I rest my hands on his shoulders. His big, round, dense, muscular, sexy shoulders. I could bite them.
He gets very close.
I stare into his blue eyes.
Purple water surrounds us.
Little beads of water dot his face. His hair is wet and slicked back on his head. He looks like he’s ready for a Calvin Klein shoot.
He speaks softly. His breath smells like Big Red gum. “So I guess we’ve established a few things here tonight, Clay Bar. You like me and I like you. But we have both allowed ourselves to be victims of our own inferiority complexes. Would you agree?”
I consider this for a moment. I then realize that, holy F-bomb, he’s exactly right. That’s exactly what it is.
But something puzzles me. “How can you have an inferiority complex?”
“How can you?”
“It’s easy for me. I already told you. I’m an overweight, introverted, broke writer working part-time catering and wearing men’s pants.”
“Men’s pants?”
“I had to buy my pants in the men’s department at Walmart because there were none my size in the women’s department, okay?” There. I said it.
“Okay.”
“You’re a sexy, in-shape, millionaire bodybuilder sex symbol who runs his own empire and has a million-dollar home and flies first class and buys Italian supercars and auditions for movies and has people falling all over themselves everywhere he goes. If you have any kind of an inferiority complex whatsoever, then the rest of us should be downright suicidal.”
“Those are just things, Claire. Cars and houses and money. Anyone can attain them and they can be lost at any time. It’s the person behind it that counts.”
“You’re the best person I’ve ever met. You’re sweetest, kindest, most caring, not to mention the sexiest, most insanely hot–”
Kellan kisses me.
Really kisses me.
Hard.
I immediately forget what I was about to say.
I curl my arms around his neck, wrap my legs around him tight, and open my mouth.
Chapter 11
WE KISS FOR a long time. Mouths open wide, tongues probing, heads turning side to side, hands on each other’s head and face.
I feel every nuance of Kellan’s lips and tongue. I feel his teeth against my tongue. The mysterious source of the cinnamon aroma is spicy and sexy.
We find a rhythm, mouths opening and closing, together, lips puckering, hard together…then our mouths opening again as we dive in, devouring each other again and again and again.
Our kiss on the table at Crow Bar was good. Better than good; great.
This…this is epic.
Soul kissing.
I’ve never experienced anything like it. I’ve scarcely dared to imagine I would ever do it.
God, I love it.
Kellan’s hands are all over me, pulling me closer, crushing me against him, exploring my thighs and my buttocks, squeezing such that his lust for me is certain.
I begin to shiver. Kellan’s pool is warm and very comfortable. But my whole body begins to shiver.
Kellan stops kissing me and presses his forehead against mine. He wraps both arms around me and pulls me to him.
“You’re cold.”
“No, I’m okay.”
We resume kissing.
I shiver. I shudder.
Kellan stops again. “Claire, you’re shaking.”
“It’s like when Lloyd Dobler had sex with Diane Court for the first time in the back seat of his car; I’m just happy.”
Kellan carries me out of the pool and up the steps to the Jacuzzi, which is bubbling and steaming slightly. We descend the steps and sink into the hot water.
A shiver runs through my entire body as I’m warmed instantly. “Oh, this is much better.”
We resume kissing.
The Jacuzzi temperature notwithstanding, it becomes much more heated.
Kellan begins kissing my neck and my ears. I can feel his erection under his swim shorts, pressing directly against my clitoris as I sit in his lap.
This really gets me going.
I turn the tables and begin kissing his face and neck and ears. Kellan begins to gasp and moan as I suck on his neck. I open my mouth and bite him, the way Edward always wanted to do to Bella before he turned her. Kellan’s skin is soft and the tiniest bit salty. I wonder if I’m leaving hickeys.
Kellan’s hands are exploring my body. One of them finds my breast, massaging and squeezing.
Oh wow. This takes it to another level.
I decide to go for it. I untie my top and take it off.
Kellan leans back and looks down.
I study his face, his eyes, as he beholds my bare breasts for the first time, floating in the water, painted by the red and purple light.
“Oh my God…” He begins caressing them, gently, holding them and savoring them and cupping them, touching my areolae and nipples, which are hard as rocks. He kisses my chest. I recline for him. He presses my breasts together with both hands and buries his face in them, devouring me, sucking and licking all over. He moans over and over.
I press myself against his hard erection.
Kellan flexes his hips in response and continues working my breasts. His mouth and tongue are so warm and slippery. I feel his teeth nipping at my nipples. He draws my entire areola into his mouth and sucks; it makes me want to come.
I can resist no longer; I reach down and grab him through his swim shorts.
It is SO hard. And BIG.
Kellan looks up at me and we look into each other’s eyes. I continue to caress him through his shorts, first with one hand, then with two. I reach inside, but I can’t get my hand in.
“There’s a drawstring,” he says, between gasps. He reaches down and unties it.
I reach in and take hold of him.
It feels big. Thick. Long. Smooth.
Wow.
It’s been so long since I’ve done anything like this. I haven’t touched a penis in a year and a half, so my memory is kinda fuzzy, but Kellan definitely feels big.
I reach lower and caress his balls. He moans and his breath hitches and his entire body reacts. His scrotum is soft and smooth like velvet or silk. I caress it gently while I slide my other hand up and down the length of his shaft.
I focus on the head.
I read somewhere or heard someplace that guys like it when you work the head.
Kellan gasps again and his whole body flexes and tenses. He lifts me up. It seems the rumor is true.
I continue my onslaught, working the soft, smooth head, every now and then sliding my fist up and down the shaft all the way to the base as far as I can, and squeezing it.
Kellan grunts and gasps and opens his mouth every time I do it.
Each time he opens his mouth, I want to shove my tongue into it. But I’m fascinated by simply watching him react to what I’m doing.
I quickly realize how I’ve incapacitated him with pleasure.
Kellan puts his arms out and grabs the pool deck for support. He stares into my eyes as I work him.
I resume kissing him and biting his jaw and sucking on his earlobes and sticking my tongue in his ear and biting and sucking his neck, wondering again if I’m leaving hickeys but no longer caring in the slightest.
Kellan moans and says “Oh God yeah… Oh God Claire… Oh God Claire…”
All of a sudden he grabs my hands. “Wait, stop stop stop, I don’t want to come yet. You’ve got me so close.”
I stop. “Really? You’re close?”
“I’ve been on the edge for ten minutes. Here, turn around and
lie on my chest.”
I do as instructed and lie back. My head is against the side of the spa, my face beside Kellan’s. My breasts float on the surface of the water.
Kellan begins running his hands all over my body.
I’m a bit self-conscious but I arch my back and suck my stomach in a little and I actually look pretty good.
Kellan murmurs in my ear, “Oh my God you are so sexy, Claire.”
He slides his hands down my back to my ass and around to the insides of my thighs and all over my pelvis and stomach.
I’m waiting for him to slide his hand inside my bikini bottoms.
I want him to slide his hand in. Into my bikini. Into me.
Just as I’m about to tell him to do it or pull my bottoms off myself, he slides his hand down…very slowly.
His fingers caress my pubic hair. What’s left of it. I did leave a nice strip directly above.
“Mmm, it’s soft. I like it.”
“You do?”
“Yes. I want to rub my nose against it. I want to smell it and taste it.”
I moan at the thought of his mouth on me, his lips caressing my clit, his tongue going up inside me. I’ve always always always wanted a man to put his tongue inside me. No one’s ever done it and I’ve always wondered if it were because I was dirty or smelled bad.
I tense and can barely speak as Kellan’s hand glides lower. His fingers find my clit and slide down between my lips. I’m very slippery. I knew I was wet but wow.
“Oh my God, Claire, you are so wet.”
I’m momentarily horrified. Does he like it? I heard that black guys don’t go down on women, but I’ve never known why. I always guessed it was because they reviled the woman’s lubricant. “Do you like it?”
“I LOVE it. It shows me how excited you are. Feel this?” He presses his erection against my ass. It’s so HARD.
“Yes.”
“That shows you how excited you get me.”
OMG. I can’t take it; I want more; I don’t know what exactly; just more. “Take my bottoms off.”
Kellan pushes them down and I kick them off.
“Take your shorts off.”
He wriggles out of them and tosses them on the deck with my bikini.
I reach behind and begin pumping his erection with my fist.
Kellan gasps and begins fingering me, massaging my vagina and clitoris.
I feel the entire length of his naked body against mine, his muscles so firm but his skin so soft.
And his dick is hard as a rock. Tommy Warcraft never got THIS hard. With him it was always like stroking a rubbery cucumber that had been lying in the bottom of the vegetable drawer too long.
Kellan is bigger.
And thicker.
And definitely harder.
I wonder how much this has to do with lifestyle. I read once that erectile dysfunction is a symptom of heart disease, and that Viagra was discovered by accident while they were researching heart medication. But they discovered the vasodilation properties and came up with Viagra.
Oh God… is Kellan on Viagra right now?
Did he pop one earlier while I wasn’t looking?
Is THAT the only reason he has this raging hard-on halfway up my ass? Oh God…
FOCUS, CLAIRE!
I have to stop freaking out. I have to stop thinking about that Warcraft guy and his limp-dick.
I have to focus on the here and now and the beautiful naked man.
I’m in his Jacuzzi, his crazy-big and crazy-hard penis is in my hand and his fingers are massaging my hungry body and oh my God my clit, and it feels even better than it did when I fantasized about it in the shower.
I ask, “Do you have a condom?”
“No.”
“I’m not on the pill.”
“That’s okay.”
“Well, I’m not quite ready to get pregnant. Wait….” I turn over and face him. Nothing like an impromptu discussion of birth control to slam on the brakes. “Does this mean you don’t want to?”
“Of course I want to. But I’m enjoying this. I mean, yeah, part of me wants to bend you over the side of the spa and blast away. But I’m not in any hurry. In fact, let’s just get it out of the way right now so we’re not wondering about it. That way, we can relax. So, no sex tonight. No penile-vaginal penetration. There.”
I reach under the water and grab him in my fist and stroke him a few times. “Are you sure?” I understand where Kellan is coming from, but I kind of want to simply jump on him and take every inch of him inside me as deep as I can possibly get him.
Kellan gasps. “I thought I was.”
We both laugh.
I realize he’s right. It will be better if we take our time. “I concur. But I would love to come with you. I need it so bad.”
“Me too.”
“I have thought about it before now. Earlier, when we talked about why I sang that song for you, you were right. It’s because I have. More than once.”
“Really? You’ve fantasized about me?”
“Yes. Even this morning, after you took care of me. After you left, I did it in the shower. It made my headache almost unbearable, but I didn’t care.”
Kellan’s eyes are alive. “I’ve thought about you, too.”
This is news. “Really? You’ve thought about me?” To know that I was the object of Kellan’s masturbatory fantasy is wonderful. He could have any woman on earth. He could watch a gazillion hours of porn. But he pictured being with me. “You’ve really thought about me…like that?”
“Constantly. For the past week.”
This puts my mind at ease in a way I wasn’t expecting. I feel my whole body relax.
But then I feel Kellan’s erection in my hand and I become excited. “So, should we do it together or one at a time?”
“One at a time. I want to savor yours. And I hope you want to savor mine.”
“I do! I do!” God, he has no idea…
“If we do it together,” Kellan explains, “I won’t have any idea what’s happening. God you have a strong grip.”
“Am I doing it too hard?”
“No, firm pressure is good. Especially if you want to elicit an orgasm. Have you ever watched a guy masturbate? They usually use a lot of force.”
“Maybe you can demonstrate sometime.”
“I would love to masturbate for you, Claire.”
This idea pleases me immensely. My own private Kellan Kearns Sex Show. Mmm. “Want to go first?”
Kellan becomes bashful once again. “Sure.”
I sit up and straddle him once more. I begin kissing his mouth and stroking his huge, huge erection. I try to ascertain what it feels like in my hands beneath the water. I’m at a loss for a comparison.
Denise’s salami pics come to mind.
I suppress an urge to grin, lest Kellan get the wrong idea.
He flexes his hips, lifting me up, gasping for air as I stroke him. He’s getting close again.
I stop.
Kellan appears bewildered.
“Stand up,” I say. “Sit on the edge. I want to see it.”
Kellan hoists himself up and does as I ask. I view his entire, perfect, nude body for the first time.
Wow.
Wow.
I’m mesmerized by the water cascading down his chest and abs, the insides of his muscular thighs. It’s then I realize he has no hair on his legs. Or his arms or chest. Just a very nice and very soft patch about an inch above his penis.
That’s when I see it. Really see it.
His penis.
Egads.
His cock, for that’s the word that comes to mind, big and thick and manly, is indeed huge. So are his balls and scrotum, which are also smooth and hairless. Viagra or not, he is a work of art. A lot of the penises I’ve seen, in person but mostly online, were kinda… icky. They weren’t something I wanted to put in my mouth. Or inside me. Or to have spraying sperm within ten miles of me.
But Kellan…wow.
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p; Is it possible that he’s TOO big? Would it fit in my mouth?
Oh God, will it go inside me? What if it won’t go inside me? What if it’s painful, what am I going to do? Even if it doesn’t happen tonight, it’ll probably happen. What will I do, just lie there and take it and pretend to like it, like those girls who take it up the butt for the first time on the Internet?
Or should I say something?
Get real, Claire, babies come out of there. You’ll be fine.
Either way, I find that I’m not afraid of him. I want it. I want it everywhere. Inside me. In my mouth. I’m already imagining it taking my breath away as the head goes in me.
Kellan asks, “Do you like it?”
“What?”
“You’ve been staring at it for about 30 seconds. I’m starting to get freaked out.”
It’s a bit corny but I feel like I’ve just discovered something or witnessed something profound. A sunrise in the Andes, or earth from space. Something I never knew existed. I realize it’s a mixture of newness and gratitude toward Kellan for showing himself to me. For baring himself. He’s sitting there on the edge of the spa, completely naked, with his legs spread and his erection pointing right at me. Yes, he has an amazing body and he’s handsome and wealthy and all of that. But he’s still a person sitting there naked, being evaluated.
My heart goes out to him. He’s suddenly so dear to me, something I’ve never felt for a man before.
I meet his inquiring, uncertain gaze. “It’s beautiful.”
“You’re not just saying that? A lot of women are totally not into dicks, and they’re really not into balls. Mine are, um, kind of huge.”
“I love it.”
“Love…what?”
“All of it. Everything.” I cradle his balls and scrotum in one hand and gently take hold of his penis in the other. Both seem so precious to me now. Before, it was an idea, an intangible bulge I could feel through his shorts, begging to be made tangible.
But now, seeing it, seeing Kellan and his entire body naked and exposed, I see him in a new way. I now understand what he was talking about earlier, about being different, about being a sex object and little more.
It occurs to me then that I’m staring at him, fully naked, but he has yet to see me. How was I going to feel when I climbed naked out of the water for the first time so that he could ogle me?